His Healer

She spoke like his mother,

Smiled like a child.

And stared like a doe-eyed deer.

His instincts told him she was trouble.

But his warrior heart wanted a taste of the dream.

Because his life was full of bloodshed

She brought a handful of hope, 

With a pinch of Love, 

Enough to mend his broken world.

- Suranya

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